I have now been plaguedwith a block, I do not have any understanding of, for as long as I canrecollect. A cousin very rightly puts it, “if you’re suffering from a neverending writer’s block you must understand what that essentially means”. Yes, Iknow what that means, but I will always refuse to succumb to this uncomfortablesuggestion.
My sense of humour (which wasalready on its death bed) has now been completely replaced with fake and oftenidiotic attempts at being witty. A thing which usually does more harmthan good.
Now man is a strange animal; but stranger without the mostsignificant senses of humor and self. Murky too, if you know what I mean, andmurkier indeed.